A rustling in the nasturtium,
hoping to make a run to the wood pile.
Tommy could smell him from the porch,
lunging into the air like a high jumper.
Over and over and over again.
“He’s killed three of them so far,
his breed is bred to hunt rats, you know.”
“They aren’t rats.” said Meta Jane.
“It’s not right, they’re no match for him.”
“He’s earning his keep, saving the garden.”
She stopped talking,
not wanting to dignify that last comment.
Fidgeted and ran her fingers
gently across her forehead.
She really needed that ASMR video
almost craved it.
Was that supposed to be a joke?
She shocked me.
She shocked me.
When she changed her name
“If you vibe with Meta, call me Meta.”
“If you vibe with Jane, call me Jane.” said Meta Jane.
“If you vibe with Meta Jane, then call me for dinner.
I’ll be there with bells on.”
After 30 days in the jungle,
she had an epiphany.
Saw her entire life,
everything she had worked so hard for,
fallen into disrepair.
She realized her life had to be completely rebuilt.
The pattern had to be broken.
The tragedy of all the women in her family
that came before her
had to be augmented.
Changed once and of all,
charged on ayahuasca
she saw an opportunity
to alter her DNA.
She would change her name.
Open window in mid-December,
wind and light snow blowing in.
Steam radiator hissing.
Seated on her bed in a tee shirt and pajama bottoms.
Comfortable in the cold night.
In command, working the phone.
“Ok, enough. Goodbye”
“Had to shed him” she said,
matter of factly.
Jack shivered slightly,
wondering when it would be his turn in the barrel.
“Don’t worry” she said,
sensing his trepidation.
“A hard-on is not chemistry”, Cynthia said,
Hands on hips.
“Damn it!” he thought.
“So close and she has to get all
“You’re right, baby.” he said apologetically.
“Don’t ‘you’re right baby’, me.”
“I’m driving you home.” she said.
Somehow she hit every green light
on the avenue.
Jack couldn’t catch a break.
Cynthia dreamt what
her imagination asked of her
as she slept in a castle.
Jimmy came to her
and they had a fling.
She got pregnant and had to tell him.
He also had something important to tell her.
Neither would yield until the other
shared their secret.
Violet, Jimmy’s girlfriend
flitted around in the background
while George, Cynthia’s husband
watched them like a hawk.
No one cared, she was writing her next book.
Jack had long ago weaponized his intellect.
Using argument to get the upper hand.
What he was not prepared for was it to be used against him.
“You said you valued the truth. The truth is I’m tired of you.” said Cynthia.
He winced and tried to catch his breath.
A precise armour piercing missile.
Lovely, but not a terribly good kisser.
Bit of a vice grip disappointment, really.
She had other charms.
At the party, she pushed the chocolate cake into his face.
“You’re good for me”, she said.
He drove her car home.
Carried her up three flights to her room.
Tucked her in and sighed.
“I’m all in.”